WACFYM Ch. 03

"You're my world Em. I love you!" He said sincerely, taking her into his arms. "Poppy and Thea...I hate them for what they're doing to me...to us...but we can't let them come between us....that's what they want...." He was openly crying now.

"Adam....I....I want to believe you...." Emma cried but just that morning she'd noticed Adam's eyes on Thea and thought she'd seen lust in them. He'd pull his eyes away when he'd caught himself but the look had been there all the same.

"When they touch you...." She started to say, recalling at breakfast that Poppy had taken hold of his hand and her husband had not even blinked.

"Emma...please....you can trust me.."

"You promise you love me?"

"More than anything. That will never change."

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That Night

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Adam was sat on the bed, the two evil girls standing in front of him.

"You like girl on girl action? Ever wank yourself thinking about lesbians, Mr Benson?" Thea cajoled as Poppy slipped her arms around her.

Adam shook his head but his gaze was following Poppy's hands up under Thea's scanty top. The black woman wasn't wearing a bra and her erect nipples were visible through the sheer material. She leant back against Poppy as the other girl's hands reached their destination.

"Ever had a threesome, Mr Benson? Ever had two hot young pussies at the same time?"

Adam shook his head again but like most guys had always wondered what it would be like. He had always thought he'd never get the chance, he'd been too polite to ask any of his girlfriends before Emma and once married the idea was unthinkable.

Had been unthinkable.

Since that first night with Thea a tiny dark voice at the back of his mind had whispered about the possibilities these two might offer. No matter how much he'd tried to suppress it, the prospect had excited him.

Poppy kissed Thea with lots of tongue. Both of them moaned as their tongues became entangled, but this was a show for Adam's benefit. A porn kiss, designed to arouse their audience with its sloppy, sucking exuberance. They never lost sight of that fact, their hands all over each other's bodies, one eye on Adam the whole time.

Expertly they began to undress the other, barely having to break off their kiss as their clothes were hurriedly discarded. Poppy's hands undoing Thea's blouse, Thea's pushing her lover's skirt to the floor.

Adam had fallen under their spell, the sight of two naked girls pressed together....his eyes shot from one tantalizing body to the other. Overwhelmed with choices Adam tried to gaze at Poppy's tits before his eyes were pulled to Thea's round bountiful ass.

Thea leant down to suckle on Poppy's erect nipples, glancing Adam's way to make sure he was watching, silently communicating the fact that Adam had yet to sample these particular delights.

Adam swallowed hard. He was finding it harder and harder to remember that these wicked females had kidnapped his son, taken him and his wife hostage and were currently manipulating him to cheat on her.

He should despise them but he was finding it increasingly difficult to do so. Their powerful appeal sweeping aside his sense of right and wrong and he found himself yearning for their caress.

His cock was hard, blood rushing to his manhood and causing it to strain against his fly. He shifted to get more comfortable, the motion attracting the girls' attention.

They stopped groping each other and sauntered over to the man. They set about undressing him, Adam, without protest let them. Strangely he felt relaxed, mindlessly moving his arms or legs as required to facilitate the removal of his clothes as first his sweater was pulled off and then his pants and boxers .

Without prompting, just following his own instincts, he put a hand on an inner thigh of each girl and let his fingers slowly travel upwards.

"Ahhh..." Poppy and Thea moaned simultaneously as his hands reached their illicit destinations between their legs.

At first Adam was just content to stroke those beautiful folds, to appreciate the feel of them, to run his thumbs over the smoothness of their shaved mounds and let the briefest of touch on their clits send shivers down their spines.

Poppy and Thea had to lean on each other as they went weak at the knees when his touch grew firmer, more pressure applied sending bolts of lightning through them.

"Mr Benson...." Poppy cried, her plea unspoken but clear.

Adam stuck two fingers up each pussy, so wet and lubed that he no trouble penetrating them up to the second knuckle.

"Ummmm..." Thea moaned and Poppy silently threw her head back, her eyes closed.

Adam began to flex his fingers, enjoying the way their tight tunnels constricted around them and slowly he began pull them out just to push them back in. He made no effort to be tender, frigging them hard and fast because he knew that's how these sluts wanted it.

He wanted to show them what he could do, to have them at his mercy, have them writhing and bucking on his hands.

The sensations almost to much to bear Poppy slowly toppled forward and Adam seized the opportunity to latch his mouth onto her heaving tits, nibbling and sucking each pink nipple in turn.

"God..." Adam sighed, Poppy's breasts just as sweet as Thea's had been. His head buried between them his world became the softness of her flesh and the warm, wet darkness of their pussies.

No thoughts of Emma or Timmy entered his head...just the call of his cock and the longing to feel each bitch get off on his fingers.

Poppy was the first to do so, panting and gasping she began to grind around, fucking his thick manly fingers. She flung her arms around his neck as her orgasm struck her hard, her fingernails digging into his skin.

Gulping down air, and seeing stars, she pulled herself onto the bed, spent, at least for now.

Left with just Thea to attend to, Adam raised his left hand, slick with Poppy's juices to Thea's lips. Hungrily she sucked them into her mouth to taste her accomplice's flavor, the sight of the ring on his finger, his wedding ring enough to tip her over the edge.

"Yes...yes....aaargh...." She screamed as she collapsed to all fours as her body was consumed by fire, her body racked with ecstasy.

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Adam turned over and got up on his knees. With no disrespect intended to Thea, it was Poppy's cunt he wanted.

The blonde slut, still half stupefied and unprotesting, let Adam pull her legs apart and position himself .

Briefly his conscience flared. Just hours early he'd told his wife that she could trust him and here he was poised cheat on her once more, and to do so willingly.

Too bad he was passed the point of no return.

Adam planted both hands on the bed and raised his upper body and, with no thought for protection, penetrated Poppy's pussy.

Usually so concerned with gentle love making and his wife's needs it felt liberating to treat this slut fast and dirty, slamming in and out. He couldn't believe how it made his cock feel and he knew he'd be coming soon.

"Ugh ugh ugh...." Poppy grunted with each inconsiderate thrust but Adam was not that concerned about Poppy's comfort, just his own release.

"Uhn..." She moaned, her pussy still quivering and sensitive from her climax, his animal thrusts almost unendurable.

"Oh Jesus..."Adam cried as welcome streams of his creamy cum flew from his cock, deep inside of her.

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Friday

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Poppy had gone out with the Bensons' credit cards and Thea, after ordering Emma to wash the bed sheets stained with her husband's cum, was helping herself to their liquor cabinet so they had some time alone.

Adam wrapped his arms around his wife, his love for her undiminished despite his increasingly less reluctant fucking of the two whores who had invaded their home.

The guilt of enjoying those indecent sessions was eating him up inside. He felt like he was splitting in two. One part of him the devoted husband and father, the other man sinful and debauched.

He vowed silently that that man would not win. He and his wife just had to survive the rest of this week and get Tim back and then they could pick up the pieces of their marriage.

"They won't get away with this..."He whispered. "When this is all over they'll go to jail."

Emma pulled back and looked at her husband.

"Their fingerprints are all over this house. The money must have gone somewhere and the bank will be able to trace that..." He continued.

"Is that what you want?" Emma asked after a few moments of thought.

"Of course it is! I want them to be punished. Why wouldn't I?"

"You're a good man, Adam." Emma said, not noticing the stab of shame that crossed her husband's face. "Everything would come out....what they...made you do..."

Adam hadn't thought of that. All of their friends, their family knowing all the intimate, dirty things be been forced...and not so coerced... to do. Would he be forced to admit in court that he liked what they'd done to him and how would his marriage survive that?

Still his sense of justice prevailed.

"You can't be suggesting that we just let them get away with this...?"

"Adam, I could quite happily kill them," She paused. "But I couldn't bear everyone knowing. This is hard for me to say but I think I'd prefer ....that we just put it behind us...you, me and Tim...that's all that matters."

She fell into his arms and he kissed the top of her head....the future unknowable.

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Friday Night

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Poppy and Thea informed the Bensons' that Adam could have a night off from fucking. Adam hoped that this might prove to be the end of the ordeal, that Timmy would soon be brought home to them.

He was wrong...they simply meant that they planned to turn their attentions to his wife.

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Freshly showered, her skin still pink from the water and her hair still wet, Emma was looking more like her old self, Adam was pleased to notice. He hoped that being allowed to finally clean herself up might bolster her against what still lay ahead.

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The Bensons and the sluts were all sat in the den, Poppy with bags of shopping at her feet.

"Mrs Benson, please be so kind as to stand up and take your clothes off." Thea commanded.

"What?!" Emma cried "I won't...I..."

"What's going on?" Adam also yelled. "Don't do this....I've done everything you asked...don't do this..." He pleaded.

Poppy giggled as his protests, his defense of his wife, fell on deaf ears.

"Mrs Benson. Don't make me call our friend and have her do something you'll regret." Thea growled.

Tears falling from her eyes, Emma stood up and began to undress, feeling awkward and humiliated as first her chest was exposed and then her skirt was dropped to the floor.

"Emma..." Adam said, taking to his feet ...wanting more than anything to save her from this. There was nothing he could do.

"And your underwear." Poppy said.

Emma removed her bra, trying to use her arms to cover her modesty.

"Such small breasts. I'm surprised a man like your husband chose to marry you with those itty bitty tits." Poppy volunteered gleefully.

"Shut up! Where do you get off saying those things?" Adam snarled, rounding on the blonde nymph. "Don't talk about my wife like that!"

Poppy shrugged innocently. "I just mean you seemed to like our massive mammaries when you were sucking them and licking them."

Emma let out an audible sob and Adam just looked as if the wind had been knocked out of him. A selfish part of him decided that it was better to let Emma be humiliated and abused than let further revelations about his own behavior come out.

Seeing the fight go out of Adam the girls decided to continue.

"Now your panties." Thea said sweetly, as if asking nothing at all.

Emma pushed her underwear to the floor.

"Uugh, hairy bush." Was Poppy's comment. "Poor Mr Benson putting up with that too."

Poppy and Thea stood up and walked over to their naked victim. They began to rummage in shopping bags, each extracting an item.

Pliant, and offering no resistance, Emma let them dress her. Adam, torn between watching and looking away, could see the sluts were enjoying this demonstration of their power over her and his wife's mute submission to it.

Emma was soon clad in the most lewd underwear Adam could possibly have imagined. The bra was designed to display rather than conceal the nipples and the panties were crotch less.

"There. She's beginning to look like a slut, isn't she, Mr Benson?"

"Thea..." Adam croaked, perhaps hoping that some degree of mercy could be found.

"We want to hear you say it."

Adam froze. The only sound in the room Emma's crying and the tick of the clock.

"No ...I won't..." He croaked

Poppy mock-applauded his honor, before fishing out the next treasure from the bag.

It was a black PVC mini skirt, which Emma duly stepped into and let Poppy dress her in.

"And to complete the look...." Thea sneered, pulling out a pair of black leather knee high boots.

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Poppy pulled out a digital camera and took a shot of Emma, standing there, abased and dejected, her arms around her trying to cover her near nakedness. Some how this was worse than being actually naked.

"Oh God, don't.." Adam begged.

"Play with your tits." Poppy commanded, ignoring Adam.

"No....please..."Emma cried.

"You do this here or we make you go and stand on a corner and sell yourself to the first sleaze who comes along. Your choice."

Emma had no doubt they'd do as they threatened so she self-consciously cupped her breasts once then let her hands fall.

"Come Mrs Benson, you'll have to do better than that. Really squeeze them, tweak your nipples, that sort of thing...imagine you really like it."

Emma began to do as they said, her mind beginning disassociating with reality, as Poppy snapped photo after photo. She posed as commanded, pinching her nipples, twisting them, licking them and when they told her to smile as she did it she obeyed.

"Kneel on the couch." Thea directed and Emma complied. "Bend over so we can see your scrawny ass. Good girl, rub your ass, spank it."

Adam had never seen his wife like this before and to his immense shame, found that his cock responding. His cock didn't seem to mind the glazed over look in her eyes, the smile so vacant that that itself belied the emotional damage being inflicted on her psyche.

Poppy knelt on the floor and Emma shuddered, a small piece of her surrendered mind aware that the lens now had the perfect shot under her barely there skirt. "Play with your pussy. Yes, that's it, spread those hairy lips..."

"Stop...please..." Adam groaned as his wife vulgarly displayed the pinkness of her privates.

All the women ignored him and he thought of leaving, abandoning his wife to their clutches, to let them debase and play with the woman he loved, the woman who had borne his child and who had always been there for him.

He couldn't bring himself to walk out the door. Was his presence making it worse for Emma or did she want him here nearby?

Was it simply that he wanted to watch? Despite their words, his wife was a beautiful woman and here she was acting out a slut fantasy he'd never have dared to entertain.

Yes he wanted to watch. His raging hard on was evidence of that.

"Turn over and sit on the couch. Good. Spread your legs and play with yourself some more." Thea commanded.

Adam swallowed as Emma's fingers rubbed her pussy, her breathing getting heavier. Her pussy was wet, her body responding to the stimulation even as her mind was elsewhere.

There was no question of him leaving , his horniness turning him into a willing observer now.

"Okay, that's enough." Thea said suddenly, and Poppy put the camera down.

"Should you ever go to the police, these pictures will be sent to everyone you know."

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Poppy and Thea had let Adam gently guide his dazed wife to bed and after he'd undressed her she opened her eyes and put her hand on his still semi- hard cock.

"Emma..." Adam started to say but couldn't find the words.

"Please...I.." Clearly pained Emma was determined to speak. "I need to remember you..."

Adam's heart broke into a million little pieces. "I need to remember you, too..." He reciprocated as his lips touched hers.

There was no small amount of trepidation at first but then the familiar affection and love was rekindled, like embers almost extinguished can turn suddenly became a ferocious inferno.

The sex they had that night had been slow and gentle, a process of comfort and rediscovery, borne of their need for each other. It was, in a way, healing, as each sought and found a reconnection.

They'd both shed tears during the lovemaking, but it had been pain they'd shared together.

Adam felt a new optimism about himself, that he could still love, still be the man that Emma had married and that Emma would only be the woman for him.

Emma had been reassured that their relationship transcended physical passion and would survive, that she could, in his arms, forgive what he'd done and that with time forget this horrific episode.

They'd both discovered a fragile trust in each other, one that both them was determined never to break.

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Saturday

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The morning came and Emma woke up and seeing her husband she smiled.

Adam, on alert for the first sign of emotional distress, was shocked until it became clear that Emma had no recollection of the worst that had happened last night.

The temporary insanity that had gotten her through those degradations prevented any comprehension of them now.

Adam thanked the Lord for being merciful.

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Perhaps Poppy and Thea could read what had happened in their faces when they came downstairs that morning, the strength that Adam and Emma were drawing from each other.

The fight was back in their eyes.

That whatever game the sluts had been playing, it was clear they'd suffered a significant set back, if not lost all together.

Poppy sullenly informed them that they'd have Timmy back by nightfall and had gone to pack, leaving Thea to sit in the kitchen to witness the reinvigorated couple never look more secure and devoted to each other.

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The End

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Only kidding!

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Saturday Night

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Adam entered the den and saw Emma bound to an armchair and gagged. He ran over to her, his mind disbelieving what he was seeing.

No! What was going on? They'd said it was over! How could they do this! Not now when they were so close to getting their son back?

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"Hello Adam." A voice suddenly called out.

He'd been so shocked to see his wife trussed up that he hadn't even looked around the room but he did so now.

Standing between Thea and Poppy was Mia, his wife's kid sister.

"What the....!" He yelled.

"Surprise!" She said in a zany tone and wacky wave of the hands.

"What the..." Adam said again. "You're behind all this."

"First things first. Tim was never in any danger. You have to believe me on that." Mia said calmly. "Second," The girl went on. "No money went anywhere...you just thought it did."

This was too much to process for Adam, who just stood there open mouthed. It took a few minutes before he could say or do anything.

"Why, in Heaven's name....?" He croaked eventually.

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"You remember the first time Emma brought you to meet her family?"

Adam nodded. They'd all gone to a fancy restaurant. He'd been so nervous, wanting to impress Emma's parents he'd barely noticed the kid at the table. Mia couldn't have been more than 13, quiet and unassuming.

"I think mom fell in love with you that day and even dad took a shine to you and you were most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Just entering puberty, barely understanding what was happening to me, what the sight of you was making me feel."